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intro perchance?!
hello tumblr i am tiber
i like supernatural, merlin, doctor who, greek mythology, genshin impact, and anything that has little gay boys
i paint and draw sometimes and i like writing a lot
multishipper!!! wincest is my otp but i ship everything and anything
ugh i need dean violently beating sam and then giving him a good fuck to make up for it
happy birthday to my beautiful baby sammy i hope your brother touches you many times
transmascpuppyboy!sam and this on dean
sam cries no matter who is on top.
my favorite variation of samdean would have to be him being the most pathetic lover to grace the earth, regardless of if he tops or bottoms. dean has never been with someone so okay with being humiliated, until sam.
the first time they fuck, dean lets sam top — keyword, lets - because he fears sam might be mind-numbingly vanilla (foolish, what vanilla guy fucks his brother?) and that dean will scare him away with anything beyond that.
he is very wrong.
dean thinks there is something psychologically wrong with sam, on a level Beyond the Freudian. because sam defaults to begging for permission to come, hunched over dean in the darkness, salt dripping from his weepy eyes and into dean’s panting mouth. dean still has ahold of his leash, even with sam buried inside of him.
the power dean holds is maddening. he is mildly unamused that this dynamic seems exclusive to the bedroom (or the impala). but he also adores and would not so readily give up seeing the curl in sam’s lips as he snarks at him, the blood on sam’s knuckles when he dares punch back.
still, it’s easy to lull sam into that desirable state after their first time. one where sam is apologetic for the littlest of things, one where he latches onto every vowel falling from dean’s mouth like it is scripture. all dean has to do encircle sam’s wrist and tug, and whisper something sternly enough to be interpreted as disappointment. sam’s knees lose agency and his face falls at the same time his limbs do.
it’s therapeutic, to comfort a guilty sam in bed, to talk him through it. dean is never really punishing sam for anything, but he knows sam feels guilt all the same, and dean derives great contentment from soothing his sobs, forgiving his shortcomings over and over and over until sam thinks it is okay to feel good.
sam cries no matter who is on top.
my favorite variation of samdean would have to be him being the most pathetic lover to grace the earth, regardless of if he tops or bottoms. dean has never been with someone so okay with being humiliated, until sam.
the first time they fuck, dean lets sam top — keyword, lets - because he fears sam might be mind-numbingly vanilla (foolish, what vanilla guy fucks his brother?) and that dean will scare him away with anything beyond that.
he is very wrong.
dean thinks there is something psychologically wrong with sam, on a level Beyond the Freudian. because sam defaults to begging for permission to come, hunched over dean in the darkness, salt dripping from his weepy eyes and into dean’s panting mouth. dean still has ahold of his leash, even with sam buried inside of him.
the power dean holds is maddening. he is mildly unamused that this dynamic seems exclusive to the bedroom (or the impala). but he also adores and would not so readily give up seeing the curl in sam’s lips as he snarks at him, the blood on sam’s knuckles when he dares punch back.
still, it’s easy to lull sam into that desirable state after their first time. one where sam is apologetic for the littlest of things, one where he latches onto every vowel falling from dean’s mouth like it is scripture. all dean has to do encircle sam’s wrist and tug, and whisper something sternly enough to be interpreted as disappointment. sam’s knees lose agency and his face falls at the same time his limbs do.
it’s therapeutic, to comfort a guilty sam in bed, to talk him through it. dean is never really punishing sam for anything, but he knows sam feels guilt all the same, and dean derives great contentment from soothing his sobs, forgiving his shortcomings over and over and over until sam thinks it is okay to feel good.
yes i have a crush on a straight boy and yes i confessed months ago and yes he said no but yes we are still best friends and still talk every single day and no i will be not taking questions
soldierboy!dean and standfordera!sam have my heart
what a slut
I’m joking I need him violently
shota sam pussy 🤤
that one clip of sam where his hair is being pulled and he looks all needy and pathetic ACTUALLY gives me the fattest boner ever oml
"You were made for this weren't you?" Dean muttered to his brother's ear, each word punctured with a thrust that rattled the bed frame. Of course, he knew the answer of the question, his sweet boy was made for him.
Just for Dean.
The answer he got was a muffled sob, poor Sammy boy was on edge for god knows how long. Dean is not someone who believes in gods and shits but he knows no heaven would match how Sammy's warm walls feel around his cock.
Speaking of.. Dean's hand slid down to wrap around Sam's cock, leaking so much precum. He pressed his thumb to slit, collecting the precum, his other hand was already buried in Sam's sweaty locks.
He pulled Sam's hair to lift his head up from the pillow and oh.. how good his sweet brother looks right now. Cheeks flushed, damp with tears and some of his shorter hair locks sticked to his sweaty forehead. A sight for sure.
Dean didn't need to say anything as Sam already parted his swollen lips to take Dean's thumb.
And the way he moaned around Dean's thumb when he takes it? Tasting his own precum. Nodding mindlessly to Dean's rough whispers, if he wasn't edged with every inch of his life, he would've said something back to those words.
If only Dean knew how much Sam wanted to be filled over and over till it was spilling out, how much he would've liked to carry a piece of Dean with him. As twisted as it sounded, nothing got him off more than the thought of being bred by his older brother.
i’d love to be normal but unfortunately sammytorture gets me hard :/
dean ignoring sam's pleadings my beloved.
i just know he also ignores a safe word while railing sam.
guys its my birthday tomorrow who cheered
first time sending feet pics kinda nervous
guys im living it up guess who is officially owned
